#best of luck to anyone out there🥰

[valewritessss]

Hey, sorry for not posting for a while I’ve been dealing with stuff and also just super busy😅

[fastandcarlos]

A Decade Of Love » Max Verstappen

summary: as you and max celebrate ten years together, take a look at a snapshot of your social media for each one of those years

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2015

liked by carlossainz55, ynusername and 24,706 others

maxverstappen1: excited to make my debut on the grid down in melbourne this weekend 🏎️

4,381 comments

username1: so excited for this opportunity for you max!!

carlossainz55: LETS GO TEAM 🎉🎉

username2: can’t wait to see you in that car racing round 🤩

username3: good luck max, you’re gonna smash it 🫶🏻

ynusername: there aren’t many excuses that could be used for missing a fourth date, but this might just be one of them 😂

maxverstappen1: @/ynusername I promise I’ll make it up to you 🥺

username4: practice was looking fly, such a natural 🥰

sebastianvettel: start of a very bright future my friend ⭐️

username5: already my favourite driver on the grid 🏎️

danielricciardo: looking forward to seeing you get started in f1!!

maxverstappen1: @/danielricciardo thanks for all your advice!

username6: cannot wait to see you absolutely smash it 💪🏻

aussiegrit: looking forward to cheering you on in the paddock max!

username7: officially now a formula one fan!!!

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2016

liked by redbullracing, danielricciardo and 50,118 others

maxverstappen1: P1 BABY 🎉 thanks to the whole team for an incredible weekend, the first top spot podium of many 🏁

14,607 comments

redbullracing: congratulations max, the whole team is so proud of you ❤️💙

username8: couldn’t be prouder of you max, you’re amazing 💕

danielricciardo: stop showing the rest of us up like this 😂😂

username9: you’ve only been here a year and already winning races 😂

lewishamilton: first win is always the hardest, only up from here 📈

username10: the perfect race, the perfect future world champ 💪🏻

ynusername: I don’t think my heart can take watching you race for the next few years ☺️

maxverstappen1: @/ynusername I can’t make any promises for less dramatic victories 😂

username11: you were incredible, first of many I’m sure!!

estebanocon: awesome to see your first win, good job!

username12: enjoy all the celebrations tonight, it’s so well earned 🩷

carlossainz55: congratulations, the most incredible drive 🏎️🏁

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2017

liked by maxverstappen1, aussiegrit and 48,707 others

ynusername: it’s taken two years but finally we get a break!! adventuring with you is my new favourite thing to do 🫶🏻🌅

6,491 comments

username13: so glad you two could finally get away for a while 🫶🏻

username14: these photos are STUNNING ✨

carlossainz55: idk where this place is but I want all the details about if from you!!

username15: if you’re looking for a third wheel to your holidays, I’m available!!

maxverstappen1: the best time with you, can’t wait for our next adventure 🛫🏖️

username16: you just know max did absolutely none of the planning for this trip 😂

danielricciardo: and the invite for best friend daniel was where exactly??

ynusername: @/danielricciardo funnily enough I don’t actually remember inviting you 🤷🏻‍♀️

username17: thank you for blessing my timeline with these photos!

username18: so happy that you two got some time together 💕

ybffusername: cannot believe you went on holiday without me…traitor 💔

ynusername: @/ybffusername promise next holiday I’m all yours 🥰

username19: thank you for making us all so incredibly jealous with these photos 😭

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2018

liked by redbullracing, charles_leclerc and 79,301 others

ynusername: if anyone is looking for a pt during the off season…here’s my portfolio 💪🏻☺️

6,382 comments

sebastianvettel: if you need another athlete to branch out you know where I am ☺️

username20: I love you for putting max through his paces still 😂😂

danielricciardo: I’ll hire you��only to spend time with you though 🥺

ynusername: @/danielricciardo don’t tell max but I’m all yours whenever!

username21: if it means spending time with you, I’m down 🙌🏻

maxverstappen1: thank you for showing people that I’m still a dedicated athlete even during the off season 💪🏻😘

username22: my heart just stopped seeing these photos of max…

charles_leclerc: is it true once you’ve gone for a run you then go for coffee and cake? 🤔

ynusername: @/charles_leclerc can you not share all my secrets thank you 😂

username23: can I train the athlete instead of have the pt???

schecoperez: already the best pt that I know 😂🫶🏻

username24: I hope you’re charging max for all these extra sessions 😂

carlossainz55: stop hanging out with that loser and come and see me instead 😀

username25: these photos will get me through the off season 😅

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2019

liked by landonorris, carlossainz55 and 1,493,079 others

maxverstappen1: cannot wait to spend forever with you, mrs verstappen has a pretty nice sound to it 💍🌊

129,573 comments

username26: omg congratulations guys ✨

charles_leclerc: how did you manage to not tell anyone you were planning to propose 😂

danielricciardo: @/charles_leclerc hate to burst your bubble but I knew!

danielricciardo: yes I’ll be your best man 🤵🏻

maxverstappen1: @/danielricciardo I don’t actually remember asking you 🤷🏻

username27: this is the best news ever 🎉

ynusername: have I mentioned how excited I am to marry you?? 🥺🥰

maxverstappen1: @/ynusername you might’ve mentioned it once or twice!

landonorris: @/ynusername you’ve told me about twenty times 😂

username28: I can’t believe my favourite couple are getting married!!

username29: wedding spam incoming and I’m absolutely buzzing for it 🥺

carlossainz55: can’t wait for the best wedding ever next year 🥂

username30: I’ve been wishing for years for this moment to happen and now here it is 😭

heidiberger_: just throwing my name into the hat for bridesmaid 😉😉

username31: I’ve never hurried to like a post so much in my life 💙❤️

georgerussell63: couldn’t be happier for such an incredible couple!

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2020

liked by danielricciardo, maxverstappen1 and 194,281 others

ynusername: BEST DAY EVER 💍💞

34,695 comments

username32: look at how beautiful they are 😭

carmenmmundt: thank you for inviting us to the most beautiful day ever 💕

username33: 📣 MAX IN A SUIT 📣

username34: I’ve been counting down the days to today and these photos do not disappoint!!

landonorris: I’m not nice to you often…but today you looked beautiful yn 🥰

ynusername: @/landonorris that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me 😂

username35: imma keep refreshing my feed now so I don’t miss any wedding photos

danielricciardo: still slightly bitter I didn’t get the call up for best man 😂😂

ynusername: @/danielricciardo I offered you flower girl, not my problem you said no 🤷🏻‍♀️

username36: have you ever seen two people more in love in your life???

username37: I don’t wanna be that person…but now imagine these two as parents 🥺🤯

charles_leclerc: easily in my top ten weddings I’ve ever been to 😂

ynusername: @/charles_leclerc what an honour 👑

username38: if anyone’s wondering, this is the sort of relationship I’m dreaming of

maxverstappen1: I wish I could relieve this day forever, you looked beautiful 💕💕

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2021

liked by redbullracing, alex_albon and 2,492,183 others

maxverstappen1: WORLD CHAMPION 🌎🏆

so proud to win what’s been an incredibly tight season. thank you to my team, my family, friends, and most importantly my wife for always supporting me and pushing me to be at my best. this is for you guys 🩷❤️

348,503 comments

ynusername: words fail me…I’m so proud of you my love!! all the hard work has finally paid off 💙❤️

maxverstappen1: @/ynusername thank you for always being my number one fan 💞

username39: we all knew this day would come one day 🏎️🏆

username40: world champion max verstappen sounds absolutely glorious 🥺

danielricciardo: I told you one day that title would be yours…couldn’t be happier for you my friend 🤝

username41: that overtake at the end, stop playing with my heart verstappen!!

landonorris: can I have your autograph please mr world champion 😂🖊️

username42: so proud to have been with you since day one, we always knew you’d get here one day

aussiegrit: congrats max, and well done for bringing that trophy back home 💙❤️

redbullracing: we could not be prouder to have you as part of our team, thank you for all your efforts this year 🏆

username43: the first of many world titles I’m absolutely sure of it!!!!!! ☺️☺️

georgerussell63: enjoy the celebrations, looking forward to another year of battles next year

schecoperez: what a great team we make 😂🤝

username44: I’m still not over the moment he ran over to yn at the end of the race 😭

alex_albon: turns out you’re quite a good driver…who knew 😂😂

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2022

liked by maxverstappen1, heidiberger_ and 359,219 others

ynusername: we’ve been keeping a little secret…🕊️🤍

27,281 comments

maxverstappen1: the best secret in the world, couldn’t wish for anyone better to be mother of my child 🫶🏻

username45: this is the most amazing news, congratulations you two!!

username46: I always said they’d be amazing parents and now it’s happening 😭

redbullracing: red bull baby grow order is pending to the factory as we speak

landonorris: if you need a candidate for godfather you know where I am 🤙🏻

schecoperez: if anyone is going to be godfather then I think you’ll find it’s me!

danielricciardo: I’ve known max longer so if anyone should be godfather it’s me 🤷🏻

heidiberger_: if daniel is godfather than I’m throwing my name in the hat for godmother 😂

ynusername: we haven’t made any decisions yet 😂

username47: I wish this child knew just how lucky they’re going to be with all these guys around them

sebastianvettel: I always knew you two would make the perfect parents one day from the moment I met you 🥺

username48: cannot wait to enter the dad max era 🥺

carmenmmundt: I’m moving into your house asap for all the baby cuddles!!

charles_leclerc: it’s about time we had another little one to annoy around the paddock 😂

username49: counting down nine months starting now…

fernandoalo_oficial: at least now we don’t have to listen to you bang on about how desperate you are to be parents 😂

username50: is it acceptable to be this excited for two people that aren’t me to be having a baby??

carlossainz55: who’d have thought those two kids from all those years ago would be settling down like this…

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2023

liked by landonorris, danielricciardo and 2,706,173 others

maxverstappen1: turns out being a dad is actually the coolest job after all 🫶🏻👼

182,472 comments

schecoperez: I told you that months ago when you didn’t believe me 😂

username51: these photos are the softest things I’ve ever seen!!

landonorris: it’s a good job he’s got yn’s genes 😂😂

maxverstappen1: @/landonorris remind me again why I’m friends with you??

username52: hands down the luckiest child in the world 🥰

username53: I can’t deal with how adorable these photos are 😭

username54: I still remember the fresh faced rookie and now look at him omg

danielricciardo: who’d have thought you’d be able to make such a cute kid 🤯

username55: officially can confirm that dad max era is the best kinda era

redbullracing: we couldn’t be happier to welcome verstappen junior to the red bull family ❤️💙

username56: this smile is definitely not leaving my face for a long while now…

charles_leclerc: that’s the same way you used to look at me when I started in f1 😂

maxverstappen1: @/charles_leclerc I definitely don’t look at you that adoringly anymore 😂

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2024

liked by schecoperez, carmenmmundt and 783,102 others

ynusername: always your biggest fan ten years down the line, even if I’ve got a bit more competition for the job these days!! 🫶🏻🏎️

53,820 comments

maxverstappen1: i really am the luckiest guy in the world to have you three in my life! 💞

ynusername: @/maxverstappen1 absolutely no way, i'm the lucky one

username57: i can't believe how far you guys have come!! 😭

danielricciardo: when i spoke to ysn he actually said that i was his favourite driver last week

maxverstappen1: @/danielricciardo did your parents never tell you it's rude to tell lies? 🙄

username58: have you ever met two more adorable kids in your life???

carmenmmundt: when do i next get to see these beautiful little humans??

lilymhe: @/carmenmmundt we are long overdue a catch up!!

ynusername: @/lilymhe @/carmenmmundt i promise we're coming to a race soon and i'll let you obsess over the kids all weekend long!

username59: max really is winning at life these days

landonorris: some notes my way like that might just help me to beat max next year btw 😂

username60: my heart can't cope with how adorable that note is omg

oscarpiastri: posting these is one way to win the award for softest driver in the paddock...please take that title from me max! 🏆

charles_leclerc: btw i plan on stealing your children and keeping them forever, they're just too cute!!

username61: how am i jealous of those kids that they get to call max dad and i don't

carlossainz55: remember i've been a fan of max for exactly four weeks longer than you...and i'll never let you forget it!! 😝

schecoperez: hurry up and bring them to the paddock...I miss them!

ynusername: @/schecoperez haven't you got enough of your own kids to keep you entertained??

username62: this family really is the definition of perfect...

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[always-just-red]

hihihi! sylus girlie here. as a college student i often never take breaks whenever im working and often stay up late finishing up assignments. then i stress out but never tell anyone and suffer in silence:’) i was wondering if you could do something similar with sylus x mc where mc often forgets to take breaks at the hunters association and is always the first the volunteer for missions so she could improve.

but then it’s starting to take a toll on her and is so so stressed, but feels bad about venting to someone or saying no to new missions.

maybe one day she’s doing a simple task like cooking herself dinner (or something) but accidentally burns herself and she just ends up breaking down and decides to call sylus and he immediately goes to her. :’)

feel free to decline or change anything! i just like the thought of someone comforting u when ur overworked and stressed bc i wish someone would do that to me lol.

Fast-tracked this one for you, anon! I'm really sorry you're having a tough time right now, and I hope this brings you a bit of comfort- remember, Sylus would want you to take care of yourself! Good luck with all your studies, and feel free to send in another request if ever you need it! 🥰

Technical Difficulties

Sylus x Reader 🩸

Summary: You're not very good at asking for help when you're struggling. Thankfully? You don't always need to.

Genre: fluff + comfort ft. a very domestic Sylus!

Warnings/Additional tags: stressed reader (has a lil bit of a breakdown!), some swearing, uses of 'kitten' and 'sweetie', Sylus is so soft here he should come with a health warning tbh

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Disclaimer: Characters belong to Love and Deepspace. All work is my own, so please don't repost or plagiarise!

In the event of a wanderer incursion where evacuation of citizens is obstructed or otherwise not viable, association protocol 32.3-A dictates that you should first… That you should first… What?

Your pen is poised above the blank space where your answer should be. 32.3-A is a general procedure: something to do moving people to the nearest shelter. Or, wait— are you supposed to try to contact support, first?

You drop your pen with a huff and flop face-down onto the mock exam. It’s too much. Too much information, too much responsibility. Open textbooks are spread over your desk and around your head like an unholy halo— stacks of them, filled with codes and procedures. They’re supposed to be helpful, but they’re not; they’re drowning you.

Your phone pings and you glance up. Text from Tara:

Hi! Hate to be a bother, but did you finish glancing over that practice question for me? xx

Shit. You’d completely forgotten. You straighten, reaching for your laptop so you can load up your latest emails. You’ve got time to look over it; the exam isn’t for another two days. Breathe, okay? You have time.

Seven unread emails. What? You scan over them frantically. Two from the Captain: accepting additional mission requests you’d applied for. Were those both this week? One from Nero: you hadn’t sent in that finished report. Three from your colleagues, all scrambling for help with the exam. One from Tara:

Thanks for saying you’d look over this for me! You’re the best at this stuff!

Okay, so: Tara’s practice question. Nero’s report. Your own practice questions. Then… dinner? Maybe that should come first. You’d skipped lunch— had one slice of toast for breakfast. But you don’t wanna cook; cooking takes time, and you’ve got none. None.

Your phone is ringing, snapping you back to reality, and you peek over at it. Sylus?

“Hi,” you greet as you put him on speaker. On your laptop, you’re opening up Tara’s attachment.

“Are you free tomorrow?”

Always straight to the point. “Uh… yeah?” you frown as you read through your friend’s work. “Why? What d’you need?”

Sylus sighs through the phone. “That was a test, sweetie. You failed.”

“Yeah, well…” you murmur, highlighting a sentence with your cursor. “Add it to the list.”

The man doesn’t find that funny. The phone is quiet— too quiet. “Are you alright?” he asks, just as your gaze wanders to check if the call has disconnected.

“Mmhmm.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, Sylus.”

You stare down at your phone. He’s waiting for more, but you won’t give it to him. You’re one word away from slipping, and you can’t let the dam crumble, especially in front of him. He’s smiling from the phone call background: a photo he insisted would ‘ruin’ his image when you took it last week.  

“I need to go, okay?” Your eyes are shining.

“Okay,” he says softly.

There’s a bleep as the call cuts out, and the photo is gone. Waiting beneath it is another text from Tara, and one from Xavier: Nero told me to txt U bout a report??

You swallow the ache in your throat and slump down on your desk again.

…

You wake up with a start, your head ringing. The tangerine sky outside your window’s turned dark— your laptop, too— and light spills from your desk lamp, yellow on white pages. There’s more, and you turn, tracing it back to where it leaks through the crack of your almost closed bedroom door.

You hadn’t left any lights on in your flat. You hadn’t switched on your lamp, either.

Tiredness is dulling your thoughts and your senses, but you know you feel uneasy. There’s something in the air: smoky, but not unpleasant. You can hear something as well. No— two things. A faint, almost imperceptible hiss, and a more obvious humming.

Hunter instincts kick in. You roll open a drawer of your desk, snatching up one of your standard-issue pistols and removing its safety with a click. You stalk up to the door, your trained footsteps near silent. You take a deep breath, clearing your head. One. Two.

Three! You shoulder the door open, leaping through with your gun trained forwards.

At the other end of your sights, Sylus turns, an eyebrow raised. Your kitchen stove seethes behind him, and he gives you a once over as he sluggishly raises both hands. “You flatter me, kitten,” he smirks in surrender, looking between your weapon and his: a spatula.

You lower your gun, your heart still racing. “I could have killed you, Sylus!”

“That’s the spirit.” His hands drop, too.

“How did you even get in here?”

He’s turned back to the stove, and he’s using the spatula to push something around a frying pan. “Hmm…” he muses, then blink— he’s gone. He’s at your fridge a second later, materialising from thin air. “I wonder,” he finishes as he reaches around for something.

Show off. “You know how I feel about you telepor…” No. “Phas…” No. “Magic…king…?” By now he’s watching you over his shoulder. “You know— that thing you do.” You’re twinkling your fingers. “What do you even call that?”

“Magicking, yeah.”

You huff in response and he laughs, walking back over to where he’s cooking two steaks and preparing a salad. You’re still coming to terms with the fact he’s even here, looking... quite frankly ridiculous, because he’s wearing your apron. It’s too small for him. Baby pink. Frilly, too.

“You know how I feel about you magicking into my home,” you mutter distractedly, because actually? He’s kinda pulling it off. His sleeves are rolled up past his elbows, tight on his arms. “Use the door like a regular person, you psychopath.”  

“Where’s the fun in that?” He sounds smug. Ugh, he must feel your eyes on him; he must know. You think he’s toying with the idea of calling you out, but he doesn’t, and when he does speak, the smugness is gone. “Mephisto saw you were sleeping. I didn’t wish to disturb you. You sounded… tired. On the phone.”

Guilt twinges in your chest as you draw up beside him. “Is that why you’re here? Playing housewife?” You pick at a frill on the apron.

“Poke fun all you want,” he sneers. “This shirt costs more than your entire wardrobe.”

“Snob.”

“Ha.” You have to retract your hand as he threatens it with the spatula. “Watch yourself, sweetie. I’ll remember that the next time you ask to ‘borrow’ my card.”

You laugh gently. Now that’s a threat. You’re about to tell him so when you hear a ping from the other room, and your heart sinks. Just a single sound, and you’re back to where you were an hour ago, at your desk with the weight of the world on your shoulders.

Sylus hums in acknowledgment as you excuse yourself and hurry back to your workspace, snatching up your phone. You missed three calls while you sleeping: all from Xavier. He’s been texting you, too.

Nero’s yelling at me

Wants to talk to U

Can U pick up? Pls?

It’s one report, for gods’ sake. You feel your chest tightening again. You just needed to proofread it, but it’s probably fine, right? You wake your laptop out of standby; you’ll just send it as it is. “I’ll just be a minute, Sy,” you call out. “Need to finish one thing.”

He mumbles something in response, and you imagine it’s for the best you can’t hear it. Your keyboard clacks as you tap out a quick email to Nero, then you surf your files for the report he so desperately wanted. It should be… here. You attach it. Hit send.

Nothing happens.

Huh. You hit send again. Then again— still nothing. You groan, trying to back out of the email. None of your keys are working. Your cursor is stuck. “Oh, come on,” you release on an impatient breath. Switch it off, switch it on again? You hit the off button. The screen goes black.

With a sigh of relief, you wait a moment before switching it on again. The screen stays black.

“No, no, no, no,” you plead quietly, but it doesn’t cooperate. Your phone rings and you snap, hitting more buttons: Answer. Speaker. “What?” you hiss.

“Whoa. Hi…?” Xavier’s voice is cautious. “I don’t know if you saw my texts, but Nero—”

“The report, Xavier! I know! I know!” You try holding down your laptop’s power button. “I’m trying to send it, but my shitty computer won’t—”

“No way!” Tara’s voice comes in on the other line; did they both get the night shift? “Hey you! Did you get a chance to—”

“No, okay?!” you practically cry out. “No! Can you two just back off? Please!”

“Oh, sorry, I…” Tara sounds upset, then distracted. “Wait, Xavier wants to speak to you.”

“Are you okay?” he asks after a second.

Okay? You just want everything to stop. “I’m fine. Shit, tell Tara I’m sorry. I am sorry, Xavier, I just… I just need my laptop to…”

Work. Work! Nothing’s working. Half of your files are on there. How much of it is backed-up? Panic is setting in, gripping your body like ice. Your throat hurts and your mouth is dry, the dam is breaking and you can’t stop it. Tears prick at your eyes as you blink at the blank, hopeless screen. Your reflection stares back at you.

You let out a sob, expelling days of frustration and exhaustion. Everywhere you look there’s something you need to do, something you need to learn, something you need to finish. You can’t. You clasp a hand over your mouth, muffling your own cries.

Xavier is speaking— saying something over the phone— but you can’t hear him.

The light changes, and there’s a figure above you, lifting the phone from the desk. “They’ll call you back,” the shadow says. Sylus.

“Wait, who is this?” Xavier.

“That’s Skye!” Tara.

Your friends’ distant voices cut out as Sylus ends the call. He sets the phone down again, nudging your laptop out of view, then lowers himself until all you can see is him: his red eyes, softer than you’ve ever seen them. “Come on, sweetie,” he coaxes, guiding your hands over his shoulders.

You understand what he’s asking of you. His arms wrap around you and you hold him tighter, letting him lift you out of your chair. He feels warm, his skin ever so slightly flushed from where he’s been standing over the stove, and he pulls your legs around his waist, letting him carry you with ease.

With your face buried in his shoulder, you can’t tell where he’s taking you, and you don’t care. His shirt is going damp against your cheeks. You want to stop crying, but you can’t with the taste of your tears on your lips. You feel weak. You feel pathetic.

Something solid is behind you, and Sylus is setting you slowly down on the kitchen counter. He’s away from you for a moment— moving the frying pan off of the heat and turning a dial on the stove— but then he’s back, standing between your legs, standing close. You’re looking down until his hand is under your chin, lifting it with the delicate touch one employs when inspecting a flower that might break.

He shushes you without a hint of impatience. “Look at me,” he directs quietly, and when you do, he unrolls his shirtsleeves— drawing the cuffs over his hands so he can use them to wipe your eyes. “Now tell me what’s wrong.”

You do— you tell him everything. The hunter’s exam. The textbooks. The extra patrols you’ve been signing up for. The work you’ve been doing for your friends. The stupid report. The even more stupid computer.

Sylus listens collectedly, nodding his head and issuing the odd hum of understanding. He listens to all of it, and when you’re done, he pushes your hair back from your face with a sympathetic sigh. “Oh, sweetie.” A tendril is tucked behind your ear. “You should have said something.”

“I know.” Your gaze is still shy of his. “But how can I? I need to do this— be this— for everyone.”

His hands are on your cheeks again, drawing back your focus. “You’re just one person,” he says. “You— just you— and that’s all you need to be. You’re stubborn, and strong, but you’re not invincible. Even Linkon’s shiniest hunter is allowed to have limits. Everyone does.”

“Even you?” you snivel, setting him up for a quip.  

Nothing. He smiles. Shrugs. “Even me.”

It’s hard to believe when he’s staring back at you, oh so solid, oh so perfect. Always a picture of strength: of fiery determination or calculated coolness. Everything in extremes; nothing by halves. Except… his hair is slightly dishevelled from where he’s been working away in the heat. There’s a damp patch on his shirt. He’s wearing your pink apron, and there’s mascara on his sleeves.

Then there’s the way he’s looking at you.

It shifts when you finally look back. He drops his hands from your face and pulls back a little. “You do a lot for your friends,” he continues with confidence, but he’s rubbing his neck, “and they care about you. You should afford them the chance to return the favour. It’s only fair.”

“You’re right.”

“…Good.”

Perhaps it’s the fact you’ve vaguely composed yourself— or the way you’re watching him like you’re seeing something new— but he straightens self-consciously, rolling his shirtsleeves back up as his eyes go sharp: assuming their usual severity.

“You’re too soft, kitten,” he scolds, reaching out to tousle your hair until you’re glaring daggers from behind a curtain of it. “How many times do I have to tell you? You put yourself first. Always. No-one else matters.”

There’s quiet for all of a second. He can’t help correcting: “Well, except me, of course.” The apron’s crooked, and he flattens it with a brush of his hands. “Any time spent with me qualifies as self-care. You really should know that by now, sweetie.”

Your mouth curls, but you haven’t quite got it in you to laugh— not yet. Stretching his neck with two sideways tips of his head, Sylus returns to his post at the oven, where the meal he’s cooking has almost certainly gone cold. You watch as the stove flickers back to life. The man is humming again, and though the food might yet be salvaged, whatever melody he’s attempting is long-past recognition, let alone saving.

You chuckle to yourself.

And you can’t see it, but Sylus is smiling, too.

[povlnfour]

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pairing: lando norris x f!reader

summary: lando eventually lands the girl of his dreams. he also finds out just how fast news travels

a/n: this was one of my wips i posted foREVER ago so enjoy the full one shot whilst i finish off some written stuff. based on everybody talks by neon trees🙇‍♀️🤍

*faceclaim (but imagine as you see her fit) is millie hannah

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Could you write something where Joaquin Torres tells reader that he’s falling in love with her after a date and she doesn’t believe him or is self-conscious (fluff and angst)? 🥰

"Coffee And Doubt"

[Joaquin Torres x fem!reader]

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Summary: Joaquin says something difficult to accept...

Warnings: Light angst, self-esteem issues, fluff

Word Count: 853 words

A/N: First Joaquin fic!🥳

You spilled an iced latte on him the first time you met.

It was your third shift at the Brooklyn café, and Joaquin had been leaning against the counter, all easy smiles and worn leather jackets, asking about the "weirdest drink on the menu." You'd fumbled the cup while explaining the Cinnamon Smoke Bomb, a monstrosity of espresso, cayenne, and caramel, and watched in horror as it soaked his sleeve. Instead of scowling, he'd laughed, and said, "Guess I'll have to come back tomorrow so you can redeem yourself."

True to his word, he did. And the next day. And the day after that, always lingering to ask about your favourite books, hobbies, the parts of your life you didn't think anyone cared to notice. By the time he finally asked you out, you'd memorized his order (black coffee, two sugars, and a secretly smuggled chocolate croissant 'for luck'), and he'd memorized the way your eyes lit up when you talked about your interests.

He saw you—really saw you—long before you let yourself believe it.

It was your fifth date when he said those words.

You were having lunch at the Ivy, a diner near your work. It was a nice, casual, and cosy place, one you and Joaquin had quickly taken to. You had had your first date here too, and Joaquin had insisted on bringing you here again after one of his missions. You knew about his work, he had told you pretty early on(he said it was because he didn't want to 'deceive' you, but you had a feeling his pride in his title as the new Falcon also had a part in it).

Joaquin sat across from you, his thumb tracing the rim of his coffee mug, a habit he'd picked up after missions when his hands needed something steady to hold. You'd learned that about him. Just like he'd learned you hummed when nervous.

"You're staring," you said, nudging his boot under the table.

"Am I?" He grinned, unapologetic, the diner's neon glow softening the edges of his face. "Can't help it. You've got…" He gestured vaguely at your cheek. "Syrup. Right there."

You swiped at your face, flushing. "Liar. I didn't even order pancakes."

"Your loss." He leaned back, all lazy confidence, but his knee bounced faintly—a tell. You'd come to recognize those too.

The waitress refilled your waters, and Joaquin waited until she left before clearing his throat. "So. I've been thinking…"

Your stomach dropped. Here it comes. The 'let's just be friends' speech. The 'work is too hectic' excuse. You'd rehearsed for this moment since date three when he'd shown up with an annotated copy of a book you mentioned loving. No one did that. No one remembered.

"—falling for you," he said.

You blinked. "What?"

He huffed a laugh, rubbing his neck. "Yeah. Uh. Hard. Which is… terrifying, honestly. But also kind of amazing?" His voice softened, earnest in a way that made your ribs ache. "You're… different. In the best way. You just… see me. And I—"

"Stop." The word came out sharper than you'd meant.

He froze. "What's wrong?"

"Don't," You gripped your napkin, shredding the edges. "Don't do that. You don't have to say stuff just because you think I want to hear it."

His brow furrowed. "You think I'm lying?"

"No, I—" You laughed, brittle. "C'mon, Joaquin. Look at you. You're… you. And I'm… some girl who works at a café and reads too much. You'll get bored. Or realize I'm not… enough."

The words hung there, raw and too honest. You braced for him to sigh, to agree, to walk away.

Instead, he reached across the table, his calloused fingers brushing yours. "You really don't get it, do you?" His voice was quiet, fierce. "That time you ranted about Pride and Prejudice for twenty minutes? I've never wanted to kiss someone more. Or when you helped that old lady carry her groceries in the rain—in your work apron—and came back soaked, grinning like you'd won the lottery? I live for that smile. And last week, when I came back from D.C. and you didn't ask about the mission, just… made me soup because I sounded tired on the phone?" He shook his head, wonder in his eyes. "That's why. Not in spite of who you are. Because of it."

Your throat tightened. "But… your life is so big. And I'm… small."

"You're not small." He squeezed your hand. "You're home."

The diner's noise faded. For a heartbeat, you let yourself believe him—let his words wrap around the bruised parts of you like a bandage. Then doubt crept back in. "What if you change your mind?"

He smirked, that infuriating, beautiful smirk. "Guess you'll have to stick around to find out."

You didn't say it back. Not yet. But when he walked you home, his jacket slung over your shoulders against the chill, you let him kiss you—slow, sweet, and tasting of cinnamon—and decided, maybe, home wasn't such a bad thing to be.

[simp-ly-writes]

Recap, Rewind, Fast-Forward

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Pairing: Spencer Agnew x gn!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: A recap of everything; the people and moments in your life recently. A rewind to reminice on how many years you and spencer have known one another. And a fast-forward on what is to come in your life in becoming a movie-star.

─ · · TAGS: gender-neutral pronouns, jealous!Spencer, angst, social media au, attempt at comedy, slowburn, light swearing, fluff, mutual pinning, irl celebrities, friends that act like lovers, friends/lovers.

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | PART TWO | PATH THREE | PART FOUR

─ · · A/N: thank you so much for this ask, anon! post number 200 for me yippee!

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─ · · A/N: something a bit different, what did you all think? thank you all for the support on every part so far- means a lot to me and makes me want to write more! what are you looking for to in the next part?

─ · · TAGLIST: @lisiliely

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come and see me ❀ ln4

in which everybody knows just how whipped your long distance boyfriend is for you

contains: social media!au, student!reader (21-22), whipped!lando who spoils you a bunch, a short little thing because i love writing for lando, this is purely self indulgent lmao; but to my requests dw im certainly getting to them

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user nothing was more sweet than watching lando’s post race interview when he said his celebratory plans were going home and facetiming y/n

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my man 🏎️

are you back from the beach?

you

mhm, just made some dinner

wanna see the photos i took?

my man 🏎️

the answer’s the same every time babe

you

i’m screaming into my pillow and kicking my feet rn

my man 🏎️ loved an image

my man 🏎️ loved an image

my man 🏎️

holy shit yn

😩😩😩

is that the dress i sent you??

shit, it looks good, you look so good in it

im glad i bought it

you’re the prettiest woman i’ve ever seen

you

lando omg

stop it stop it

my man 🏎️

i cant praise my girlfriend?

i should buy you more things

you

please don’t 😭

this was more than enough i’m so in love with it

my man 🏎️

if i can’t see you i can at least spoil you

i was going to get you a van cleef stack, what colour did you want?

you

lando norris.

i don’t need a van cleef bracelet.

my man 🏎️

what about some heels?

you

you’ve already got me a bunch, my closet is begging for more space

how about you get me podium on your race in singapore?

i cant wait to watch tomorrow

my man 🏎️

well that’s already a guaranteed

i’ll just surprise you 🤍

you

okay love 🤍

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my man 🏎️

you shouldn’t worry about that comment angel

it’s been a few days, they took it down

you

i know, lots of people say it anyway

it shouldn’t bother me

my man 🏎️

it’s okay if it bothers you

but don’t change because of it

i like what you wear

i actually love it

you

🙄

of course you like it

you like everything about me

my man 🏎️

why wouldn’t it?

you’re so smart and kind

and fucking beautiful

i won the lottery

so don’t change yourself to fit a rando’s wants

who the hell even are they

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i love you so much

i wish you were here right now

my man 🏎️

yeah, me too

but i got you that gift i was talking about

it should have arrived by now

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oh i didn’t even notice

my man 🏎️

yeah they said they dropped it off at your door

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okay i’ll go check, i’ll facetime you in a bit to try it on

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Lonely in Misery

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Part 2 Here: Lonelier in Misery

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!paramedic!reader

Summary: Bailey notices that you're lonely and miserable while Nolan notices the same about Tim. They decide to set you up on a blind date, but it only ends with more sadness.

Warnings: mention of motorcycle accident, pure fluff (the title and summary are misleading, my bad)

Word Count: 2.0k+ words

A/N: @newobsessionweekly here's some soft Tim if you're interested🥰

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“Let’s go!” your chief calls. “Motorcycle accident on Wilshire.”

You nod as you gather your equipment. Being a paramedic is stressful, but you work with an amazing team. It’s too bad you don’t have the same kind of community in your personal life. Working with your best friends is great until you can’t hang out or talk to anyone because they’re on different shifts.

“Single rider?” you ask as you climb into the ambulance.

“Dispatch didn’t say. Only called for one ambulance, so I assume,” your chief replies.

“Hey, maybe it’ll be a single guy and you can nurse him back to health and finally get a date,” your teammate in the driver’s seat jokes.

“Ignore him,” Bailey says, rolling her eyes.

“Ignore who?” you tease.

As the BLS rescue ambulance pulls out, you sit back in your seat.

“Are you okay?” Bailey asks softly.

“Fine,” you reply. “Just… I don’t know.”

“I get it. We, uh, we haven’t been able to hang out in a while. What have you been up to?”

“Nothing. Work, eat, workout, sleep, repeat.”

“Yeah, you’ve been kind of mopey.” She reaches her hand toward you and smiles when you lay your hand in hers. “This job is hard enough without being lonely. Why don’t you go on a date or just go hang out somewhere, meet somebody?”

You shake your head and brush off her concern with a half-true promise, “I’ll be fine. I’m looking forward to when our schedules give us time to be friends again. If I can get out away from Nolan, of course.”

Bailey smiles and rolls her eyes but squeezes your hand reassuringly. You know she isn’t convinced that you’re fine. Your job is more important, though, so you decide to focus on the motorcycle rider who needs your help rather than the empty home, the empty life you’ll go home to after your shift ends.

“Hey!” Tim yells harshly. “Socialize on your own time, boot!”

His new rookie ducks his head and walks quickly after abandoning his conversation. Tim has been grumpier than usual lately, and he’s taking it out on everyone in the station. When he yelled at Sergeant Grey, who only shook his head and told Tim to take a breather, Nolan knew what was happening.

“He’s lonely, right?” Nolan asks Angela.

“Incredibly,” she answers without hesitation. “It’s been worse, though, so his sports buddies must have gotten busy, married, something.”

Nolan nods. He has an idea, but he knows better than to suggest Tim go on a date where he could overhear or be told. As he walks toward his shop, Nolan makes a mental note to ask Bailey if she knows anyone who would be willing to go on a date with Mid-Wilshire’s resident grump.

“Do I look like I care about your engagement party?” Tim asks across the garage.

“Hey,” Nolan says as he walks into the house.

“Hi,” Bailey replies.

Nolan hugs Bailey and sighs against her.

“I need your help with something,” Bailey says.

“Anything,” Nolan replies as he steps back. “But I need a favor, too.”

“My best friend is lonely and needs a date.”

Nolan’s brows raise as he adds, “My coworker is lonely and needs a date.”

“Did we just plan a blind date in under thirty seconds? Are we really that good?”

“Depends. Is your friend interested in someone like Tim Bradford?”

Bailey considers the pairing for a moment but smiles as she pictures you balancing Tim and him providing an edge that you haven’t experienced in years.

“Oh, yeah,” Bailey decides. “She’ll be interested.”

“Great! Now I just have to convince him to actually go on the date,” Nolan muses.

“Good luck.” Bailey laughs before she realizes, “I have to get her to let me set her up too.”

“Well, if she’s anything like Tim, appeal to her misery.”

“Yeah, because it’s better than absolutely nothing and complete unhappiness is the perfect way to pitch a date,” Bailey scoffs. “I’ll get my friend there, and you convince Tim your way.”

“I hope this works,” they say together.

“What’d you do last night?” Bailey asks as you exit the locker room.

You step back in surprise at being ambushed the moment you arrive but recover quickly. “I made dinner, watched a movie, and went to bed. Why?”

“Because you’ve got a date tonight, so we’re switching it up.”

“Bailey,” you begin.

“No, no, hear me out before you decline. Please? I’m doing this as your best friend, I promise.”

“Okay,” you sigh. “Pitch this guy. But, Bailey Nune, if you say it’s Nolan’s brother Pete I will find a new best friend.”

“Oh, no. I love you, I would never do that. Besides, the whole point of a blind date is that I don’t tell you the guy’s name. But…” She raises her finger to emphasize as she adds, “Nolan and I both know him well and he’s a great guy.”

“You’re gonna have to give me more. I don’t want to go on a date just to say that I didn’t spend another night alone, Bailey.”

“Completely. I know you, though, okay, and this guy he’s- he can do and be everything you want. The romance, the connection, the best friend that is also your life partner, what you are looking for in a guy, this is it. I promise. And, if I’m wrong, I’ll bail you out of the date and I will clean your equipment for the rest of the month.”

You purse your lips as you think about her offer. She does know exactly what you want in a man, and you trust Bailey’s judgement. “Fine. I’ll go on the date.”

“Yes!” Bailey cheers as she hugs you. “I’m so glad. You’ll feel so much better after you’re not miserable and lonely anymore.”

“You should’ve been a motivational speaker,” you deadpan. “Now don’t mention it again until we get off. This can’t be the topic of conversation for the rest of the day; I’ll never live it down.”

“I’ll stay quiet and think of the perfect outfit for you,” Bailey says as she follows you into the heart of the station.

“Officer Bradford,” Nolan calls as he walks across the bullpen.

“Yeah?” Tim asks.

“I’ve got a proposition for you. Or a question, idea, whatever you want to call it.”

“Then spit it out, Nolan.”

“Right, yes, sir. Bailey has a single friend, and we want to set you up on a blind date.”

Tim’s face remains impassive as he shakes his head. “Pass. Ask Aaron.”

“No, Tim, I’m asking you.”

“And I’m not interested,” Tim argues.

“Look, you’re lonely and miserable, so you’re making all of us miserable. I know you – sort of – and I know this woman. She could be really good for you.”

“If you’re wrong? Because I think you are.”

“Then leave the date! You’re not losing anything more than a few hours.”

Tim takes a deep breath before he asks, “Why do you think she’d be good for me?”

“She can be the balance that you need, and she understands some of what we deal with daily.”

“Don’t tell me she’s a lawyer.”

“Oh, no, I know better than that. So… is that a yes?”

“It’s a hesitant yes,” Tim answers. “When?”

“Tonight.”

Tim nods once before he walks away to reprimand a rookie. Nolan watches him yell and hopes that he and Bailey are right. Because if they’re wrong and the date goes poorly, Tim will be worse in the morning.

You sit in the front of the restaurant and await your date. Bailey said he’d arrive after you. She never explained how you were supposed to find each other, though. As you watch people come and go, you grow discouraged. You shift your attention from the door to your hands. Several minutes pass before the door opens again, and you look up but don’t expect anything.

“Tim?” you ask.

You’ve seen Tim Bradford several times in passing. At wrecks, crime scenes, and various Los Angeles law enforcement meetings. He’s always been kind to you, and you remember that you may have mentioned finding him attractive to Bailey before.

“I’ll assume you’re my blind date, then,” Tim replies. He smiles as he adds, “I’m not as disappointed as I expected to be.”

“Wow,” you say through laughter. “If I’d known you were such a flirt, I would’ve asked Bailey to set us up sooner.”

Tim shakes his head, and you join his side as he gives his name to the hostess. As you walk to the table, a sudden awkwardness descends. There’s no good way to begin a conversation on a blind date, you realize. Tim taps his hand against the menu but looks similarly lost about what to say.

“I guess being lonely and desperate worked in my favor,” you joke.

“Oh, I can guarantee that I was lonelier and more desperate,” Tim replies. “Nolan used that to convince me to come tonight; said I was making everyone else miserable with my misery.”

The mood lightens with your playful jokes, and you smile at Tim.

“Since you’ve had to pull an arson suspect off me before, should we skip the small talk?” you ask Tim over your menu. “Or do this the normal way?”

“There’s nothing normal about this,” Tim comments.

Your phone buzzes in your bag, but the Are you still miserable? text from Bailey goes unread.

“Okay, I hate this,” you murmur as you set the menu aside. “Can I just sit beside you?”

Tim’s smile grows as he stands and offers his hand. Once you’re seated beside him, where you don’t have to lean across the table to talk, you don’t even remember the miserable feeling that led Bailey to set this date up.

Tim leans over to whisper, “I’m glad I agreed to the date,” and you move closer to him as you answer, “Me too.”

As you walk out of the restaurant with your hand in Tim’s and a joyful smile on your face, you don’t want the night to end.

“Same time next week?” you ask as Tim slows.

“What about the same time another day this week?” he suggests. “I had a great time, and I want to go out again. If that’s what you want, of course.”

You pull your phone out and hand it to Tim, ignoring Bailey’s text. He puts his number in and texts himself, so he has your number, too. You grow giddy, something you thought was a thing of your past.

“I think this is the best date I’ve ever been on,” you tell Tim as you begin walking again. “Thank you.”

“Nolan and Bailey are gonna take credit if we tell them the blind date worked,” Tim points out.

“Yeah,” you agree, drawing out the word. “But I don’t think I can hide how happy tonight made me. Not from Bailey, at least.”

Tim nods like he understands as you stop. You turn to face him, and he raises the hand that isn’t in yours to hold your cheek. There isn’t a question or doubt in your mind as you kiss Tim. What was supposed to be a date to cheer you up and get you back out of your mundane, lonely life is already becoming so much more. As Tim releases your hand to hold you and pull you closer, your entire world brightens. Neither you nor Tim are lonely, let alone miserable, with the prospect of a new relationship with one another. You pull back when you can’t stop smiling against Tim’s lips.

“Thanks,” you whisper.

“For what?”

“All of it.”

Tim smiles and brushes his thumb under your bottom lip. “If I don’t see you before Friday, I’m looking forward to our date. And I’ll pick you up at the fire station.”

“Are you sure about that?” you question. “Bailey will tell John.”

“They’ll have to learn sooner rather than later that there’s no room for them in our relationship.”

Your smile grows at our relationship, but you lick your lips to keep your excitement from showing. “They’re both born meddlers.”

“Let’s stop talking about them,” Tim murmurs as he leans in again.

Bonus:

When you arrive home, you see the text from Bailey and answer: More miserable than you can imagine. I’m going to sleep to escape it. Sure, you left off the part about being sad because the date ended, but she’ll find out soon enough.

[holyschnitzel]

I have a few questions if thats okay!

1 - If you know do the colour/abilities get passed down from parents or does everyone get a random colour and abilities when they are born?

2 - I hope this is okay to ask but will any other characters such as Rasmus, Shadowman or anyone else from the Br<3ken c0l0rs world be possible love Interest.

3 - Not a question but I love the game so so much and i hope you're staying healthy, also I can't get Rasmus, Ace and shadowman out of my head. They are definitely my favouritess!!!

I wish both you and blastic all the best!

sure :) I just hope I remember everything correctly, it's been a long time since I dealt with this topic.

to 1:

Let me explain what is possible with the help of emojis ^^

mother 💛 + father 💛 = child 🟡 ⬅️ Same color!

mother 💛 + father ❤️ = child 🟠 ⬅️ The colors can mix!

mother 💛 + father ❤️ = child 🔴 ⬅️ The luck of the draw!

mother 💛 + father ❤️ = child 🟡🔴 ⬅️ Very rare! 😮

You cannot inherit your color from any other family member. If one parent happens to be two-colored, you will inherit those same two colors. The same goes for your abilities, except that you can't have both of your parents' abilities.

Where exactly do these powers come from?

Every Hueväri inherits a special gene from either their mother or father, which might mutate during puberty. If it doesn't, you won't develop any special powers. (This can be a valid reason for some to avoid getting married and starting a family with Hueväri like MC, as there's a 50% chance their children won't inherit any powers.)

to 2:

Nope. DG and Damon are the main focus. The game would become unnecessarily long, and some fans would start demanding more characters to the point where BC would no longer be what it's meant to be. I'm already throwing you a bone by including Ras and 'Shadowman' as flings that you can have 😳 ^^

to 3:

Awww~ thank you so much for your kind words, we're very happy to hear that 🥰

[ssahotchnerr]

i just rewatched the fisher king and all I can think about is Hotch gently rocking jack's stroller as he spoke to Hailey

And it got me thinking what if he did the same with baby Ellie but in less gruesome and stressful moments 💀 like she had been crying for her daddy all day so you decided to take her to see aaron, after making sure he wasn't too busy or anything

And he just has that big smile on his face when he sees you with little Ellie in her stroller, immediately putting his arms out so he can pick up his little girl 🥹

He keeps her up in his office, away from all the noise and whatnot and just either holds her in his arms while talking to her and doing paperwork (we love multitasking) or just rocking her stroller while talking to her 🥹🥹🥹

i am currently dying thank you

🥺🥺🥺 ellie’s the biggest daddy’s girl there ever was

like the second she left aaron's arms that morning when he had to go, instant tears - which he felt horrible to leave too :( he tried holding her for just a few minutes longer, but that did nothing because again, he inevitably had to go. at this point ellie knows how to say dada too, so that's mixed with her wailing, and it's just heartbreaking :((((( like him closing the door to the sound of her crying, calling for him, tore up every piece inside of him 🥺

when he gets to the office, aaron's not in the best mood so to speak, he's rather grumpy >:(, but he eagerly gets busy just for the day to go by quickly. back at home, there's literally no luck in calming her, so around aaron's lunch break, you call and ask if you're able to see him for a moment/drop her off for a while (you’ve been aching to go grocery shopping too, but bringing a sobbing baby would not make the trip enjoyable for anyone). it's merely a paperwork day, so aaron accepts at once and tells you to please come

ellie continues to sniffle and cry for him in the car, but the second the two of you enter the bau, it switches off - as if she knows where she is and who she's about to see. and when she does see aaron !!!!! :DDDDD it's as if her treacherous morning never existed she's ALLLL smiles <333 she's instantly making grabby hands at him, babbling, and the second she's in his arms, she's burying her little face into him ☹️🥺🥹🥹💓💞💓

in his office, (also crying at the visual of him lifting her stroller up the few short stairs to it) she's in his arms with him as he works until she falls asleep, and then she's in her stroller (which doesn't take long because poor baby girl wore herself out) he's gently pushing her back and forth, whenever someone comes into his office to give him papers/to talk, he makes sure they're on the quieter side as to not wake her too. hehe the team also keeps coming in to visit and gush over ellie 🥹<3333 especially penelope. hehe aaron repeatedly has to tell her to stay in her bat cave to get work done, but he loves it 🥰🥰🥰🥰 it pulls a smile out of him every time

[lazyjellyfish300]

Heyyy🤍 I hope you are doing well.

I personally don't know where to start, I recently started following you and I'm a writer myself. I read something you wrote for nanami and personally everything you write for him is so exquisite and domestic I love it so much :') in general your writing is such a breath of fresh air.

Which is why I was wondering (only if you take requests) that it's possible if you can write something about reader, having exams :') and how the reader might be pushing herself too hard at times and sometimes have no motivation to study, and struggle to find the confidence that they could go to university or something or just that they lack confidence, with Nanami / Gojo. I have exams in three weeks and to tell you the truth I'm so nervous, haven't been eating well (lost weight), and all these things come whenever it's that times so... if you could write me a comforting thing like this :') it would mean so much. I hope this ask finds you well and thank you so much for your writing it's great to find writers a like you 🤍

Ps:if you could add the profession the reader wants to go into, definitely medicine or law :')

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒔 ݁ ˖☁︎ ⚡︎

☁︎ nanami kento x gn!reader. words 2.8k

☁︎cw: fluff, angst w comfort, insecurity, difficulty eating, scarred!post shibuya nanami, established relationship.

☁︎ a/n: thank you for these sweet words nonnie! it means the world to me!! 💞 you're too kind. i wish you the best of luck with your exams. you CAN do it! 💞 my heart goes out to you and to anyone else suffering from the joys of finals rn. i went with Kento and med school if that's okay with you. 💞 Hope you enjoy!! 🥰 dividers by @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more

You wished you hadn't forgotten your umbrella today. The streets of Tokyo gloss over in a river of afternoon rain. The sky sets off a latent rumble that echoes between the ashen clouds that the sun has all but disappeared behind.

"Storm sounds serious." You muse to yourself, relieved to be free from the shackles of your morning classes and that your next destination was the blankets and pillows that awaited you at home.

The rain was a welcome distraction from all the stress that bogged you with the looming onset of finals, particularly your vascular systems test, and the imposter syndrome that chased you like a plague. It felt like a to do list with no clear ending.

Despite summiting the daunting task of being accepted into your dream school, you felt pressure like you needed to prove yourself week after week, narrowly dodging the ever lurking shadows of failure. You were a burnout being asked to run on an empty gas tank.

You put your earbuds in as you board the train, mind transporting itself elsewhere. Even in his absence, your lover's calm and steady voice echoes assurance in your eardrums and you lay your head back as the song begins, watching the mossy dark turquoise world of outside layered in cloud cover rush by your windows.

---

You fumble with your tote bag for that pain-in-the-ass key that loved to tumble to the very bottom and open the door to your apartment.

Already it's so much warmer, not thanks to the familiarity of your home, but the person in it.

Kento looks up at you from where he's sitting at your small table with stacks of haphazard papers, coupons for restaurants you'll probably forget and never use, utility bills, and folders with sticky notes where you normally sit in scattered chaos. It was a rather hilarious contrast to the bareness of his side, an agglomeration of your two worlds that was uniquely endearing, opposites in origin that were ultimately better together.

He has a worn novel in hand that he's pausing with the Totoro bookmark you got him for Christmas, subtle indentions along the spine marking the several times he had opened it- suggesting a story well-loved. Next to him is a mug on a cactus coaster and a half eaten bacon egg and cheese on the other.

"Home early, sweetheart? Wasn't expecting you so soon."You smile at him and hang up your coat, shedding your shoes as you walk up to greet him.

"Well, Masamichi gave me the option to leave early." He closes the book with a hum.

The hidden sun behind the rain clouds outside it seems had been plucked away and found residence right in front of you, all the sunshine in his gaze whose adoration could not be obscured by the plain black eyepatch on his left side.

He gives you that handsome close-lipped smile, subtle with the sprinkle of crows feet on either side of his face, still wearing his navy dress shirt and slacks, a pair of fleece slippers on his feet.

It was that adorably frustrating propriety he never seemed to shed, but the presence of slippers suggested he was slowing giving into casualness, cracking just a little under your cozy influence.

"I had hoped to see you after your classes. And I'm glad I did."

He sweeps you into a hug, not minding the remnants of chill on your crewneck sweater and his heartbeat swallows you slowly.

Kento was not like the intense rays from direct sunlight, rather the patches of warmth that live along a windowsill in between pockets of shade where a small cat would lull to sleep. The kind that spells the promise of comfort admist a world drowned in cold, much like outside, whose sunlight graduated to its own form bottled and personified in the soul of this beautiful man you loved so much.

"Hungry?"

He takes note of the slight wilt in your eyes, the tension in your shoulders that had not unraveled, the weariness he sensed that weighed at the back of your mind he had picked up in the time he spent loving you.

"You should eat, love. There's coffee." He suggests carefully if a sandwich seemed too formidable in the moment, taking your hands in his with a gesture towards the kitchen.

"Mkay....coffee."

He smiles as he wins you over, one mug at a time. He crosses to the cupboard, finding your second favorite since the one you loved the most was characteristically dirty, possibly still living next to your keyboard in your office as it so often did.

The dark elixir trickles into the mug with a thin plume of steam, hands graceful as he endeavored in preparing the brew just the way you like.

He's pleased with himself as he watches you take it with the ends of your sweater pulled over your palms like hot pads, before you retreat under the sanctuary of a blanket on the couch.

He drinks you in one last time before the sandwich station commands his full attention.

If he was the sun, then you must be the rain in his meteorological equation. The dissonance of raindrops you bring to his life are not enough to clash over the persistence of warmth he delivered, but instead result into something pleasant, a summertime shower of rain like the ones in the evening that invite respite and suggest closeness after spryness and the energy of constant daylight.

You to him were a period of refreshment that flourished the endless gardens he watched over. Both souls enriched from wandering in each other's paths despite the unlikely way you came to be.

He joins you on the couch with a turkey avocado sandwich on a plate with both your legs outstretched on the ottoman until they tangle in each other, giggling as you afforded him room under the blanket that was just a hair too small before he surrenders and leaves to get one more from the closet.

He rejoins you again, allowing you to settle into the familiar left side of his body that you all but created a home in. His scent, subtly citrus, with a bite of ocean, slightly weakened by the rain and the hours he had been at work. The sandwich goes down much more easily after the coffee and with the steadiness of Kento next to you, turning on a rerun of your favorite show.

Your chests rise and fall in slow synchrony, anchoring faithfully to the present when even a million things that called your attention could not break through the peaceful barrier you built together in a fortress of warmth, blankets, coffee, sandwiches, and episodes you've seen a million times.

"How are you?" He asks softly when a commercial comes on, his index finger and thumb lingering at your nape, grazing the dainty chain of your necklace in gentle preoccupation.

"I could be better." You shyly admit as his fingers travel in a subtle dance down your arms.

A shadow of dissatisfaction casts over his expression, his gaze searching for the source of your discomfort.

"Do you feel better than since you got home, at least?"

"Yeah." You nod, managing a smile, a little piece of lettuce stuck to your lip.

"Good." He echoes your grin, gently removing the lettuce with a swipe of his thumb.

"It's just these exams. I'm exhausted. Feels like I'm being asked to remember a million things with no way to recall them. And no pauses in between. Like....like sweeping a floor with a matchstick while somebody's dumping a trashcan of dust onto it every five minutes."

He pauses, eye widening and nodding slowly at the remarkable brilliance of the metaphor and the stickiness of the situation. "That's a...very specific and accurate way of putting it."

"Baby, I don't know if I'm cut out for this."

"Why do you say that, darling?" His voice cuts to worry, disapproval apparent as he clicks his teeth.

"It's kicking my ass. Feels like the concepts just come easier to everyone else. The wave of knowledge is literally hitting everyone but me."

"That's normal, my love." He hums, continuing his soft ministrations on the back of your neck, your arms, keeping your hair at bay as you slowly eat. "The material will become clear in due time."

"What if it doesn't?"

"It will. You're just being hard on yourself." He remarks, as his middle finger slides up and down your nape.

"It will come. You're diligent, and hard working. I've seen you make it happen. But with that also comes rest." His tone becomes a tad more serious, but there is nothing but love intended behind his words. "You don't need to struggle on your own."

"I feel like I need to, though."

His brow furrows. "That's a foolish thing to put yourself through. There's no award for struggling the hardest."

"Well my brain says I gotta." You state blandly as you take another bite, eyes fixated in a robotic stare at the television.

Kento leans back at your rebellion, still not satisfied with your tone. "That so? Well, I won't let you."

"Really?" You turn to him, keeping your face straight as you take another bite, a dot of mayo on your nose.

"Yes." He answers, solidifying his point as he dabs the mayo with a napkin.

"Controlling mister."

"A caring mister. More for yourself than my own." He corrects as he folds up the dirty napkin. "I only interfere when it's becoming clear you're doing damage to yourself."

The irony of it all is a little too uncanny. Perhaps now Kento knew how you felt almost every single day with his own self-sacrificial tendencies.

"You know, You need to take your own advice." You tease, burden a little more light with more sandwich in you. "Usually it's me telling you to rest."

He huffs a short puff of air from his nose, a sigh in surrender as he knows you're right, but pulling you closer all the same.

"You're right. But, this isn't about me. We're focused on you right now."

"Hmm. It's why you fell in love with me, isn't it?"

"Haha, a reason among thousands, darling." His voice and his expression seems to glisten as the words leave his mouth.

"But yes, it is one of them." He muses, happy as you continue to take small bites of the sandwich, the savory taste combined with the coffee settling in your belly with the calming flash of the television, and the stalwart command in his presence slowly fulfilled you the longer you stayed side by side.

"You still should've fell in love with a genius instead."

He looks over and glares at you, eyebrow curling with his displeasure at your remark.

"That's uncalled for."

"Why? Then you wouldn't need to baby me so much with my studies." You pout, leaning into his arm.

"It's not babying. It's called being a partner." He hums. "Stop that negative talk. You're wonderful and intelligent and I wish you knew that all the time."

He places your empty plate on the coffee table and holds you. As much as he disliked hearing your self-critiques, he knew underneath it was a silent plea for his affection. You knew better than to trouble yourself with begging for what he always gave you so easily just like oxygen. But in times like the present, sometimes you needed just a little bit more.

"Why are you so good to me, Ken?"

The innocence of the question begs the very faint semblance of a smile on his lips, and he relents his sterness a little with a sigh.

"Because that's my job. That's the duty of loving." His fingers brush at your collar, the warmth of his hand leaving the surface of the skin where he found it to be reduced to a cloud.

"To be strong where you feel you can't. To shoulder the burden when it gets to be too heavy. That's partnership." He reminds you, looking at you, praying his words sink in. "I'm not doing my part if I see you suffer."

"I'm tired, Ken."

"Then rest, darling." He replies simply, cradling your face. "I'm not going anywhere."

"But I need to study."

"You can." He hums, pad of his thumb flicking your bottom lip. "But you're trying to pour from an empty cup right now, my love. You need to rest."

"But-"

"No buts." He says firmly. "Just rest."

You close your eyes and relent under his insistence. He exhales, happy with the reunion of your head against his chest, fingers lingering in that familiar dance up and down your arm.

You cuddle there in silence, the calm of the afternoon washing over you with the incessant trickle of raindrops and the dialogue of the TV. The silence giving light to the tender dynamic of your relationship that always called him back to the beginning where it all started.

It was little things like the serenity of right now that affirmed that his decision to visit his mother and pick up her ring that now lived in the back of your closet was the best he had made in such a long time.

"Sweetheart?"

"Yes, darling?"

"Can't sleep."

"Hm." He looks you over, heart tightening slightly at the anxiety still obvious in your disposition and how it remained despite the moments of silence, wishing he could dash it all at once. "Let's go to bed?"

"I'm too cozy to move."

He chokes out a laugh, taking note of your limbs wound tightly in your blanket burrito and how cute you are when you're in your snuggly element. "Well, then let's stay here."

"But I can't sleep."

"Just relax and close your eyes.""

"Ohhh, you don't say?"

"Don't be facetious, darling." Kento scolds. He rubs your shoulder, slow and methodical. "Should I start counting sheep?"

"Mmm...no, thank you. That's boring. Rather just keep talking to you..."

You trace over his scars, your favorite trail to blaze in its familiar pattern of a forest among the earth of his exterior.

"Having fun?" He raises a brow, that tenderness clawing at his firm heartstrings that always made it impossible to stay stern.

"I'm having a freakin blast."

"Good." He turns his attention back to the TV for a long while, not minding your ongoing exploration, doing his best not to succumb to sleep before you did, knowing you'd sneak back to your studies when you weren't allowed.

After a long while, he asks,

"Sleepy yet?"

"Not really..." You yawn. "I should really study."

"You should really sleep." He murmurs, brushing his nose against yours.

"But I cannnnn't." You pout and Kento's heartbeat does that subtle throb in his chest when you were being unintentionally adorable.

He tsks again and takes one of your hands in his, fingertips tracing over the embedded lines of your open palm, tickling your knuckles as he gets an idea.

"Very well. How about a pop quiz?"

He runs his pinky from the top of your hand to the bottom.

"What is the name of the vein that runs along here?" He asks, allowing it to linger in a circle as he awaits your answer.

You yawn again,"That's easy. The cephalic vein, part of the dorsal venous network."

"Mhmm. And what about here?" He pauses at your wrist, pad of his index finger paused over the vitality that thrummed in the vein underneath.

"That's the radial...." You answer, your tone a little more heavy this time. Kento smiles to himself as sleep begins to slowly tug at you.

"Mhmm..and this...?" His finger trails to the crook of your forearm.

"Um..." You blink slowly. It's becoming more difficult to keep your eyes open, but you jerk your head, in denial about the gradual hold your fatigue was having on you. "It's uh...the uhm...median cubital."

"Good." Kento says more softly this time as your head hits the plane of his chest, not noticing the kiss he leaves in your hair as he tucks the blanket over your shoulder.

"And...this?" He whispers, stoking your cheek.

There is no answer from you this time, just pounding of raindrops on the roof, the cozy smell of coffee and his cologne along your cheek that made you melt deeper into him, not minding the background noise of the ads from the TV.

The sound of his heart thrummed in your eardrums like a metronome tethering your body to him on Earth while your mind slipped into the river of dreams under his loving watch and the tender, sleepy echo of his voice.

He holds you even tighter to him, assured in the curve of your spine, the flutter of your lashes as you enter the deepest realm of sleep, the way slumber rises in your chest and rolls off your shoulders.

You. Beautiful, alive, breathing, asleep, at peace.

He'd give his life to always see you this way.

"I love you."

Those three little words are uttered in adoring succession in kisses on your forehead. But, he can't escape the lull of the rainstorm lullaby either. His breaths quickly follow the snuggly pace yours set into the intimate melody of afternoon slumber, tangled up in you.

[tennessoui]

asdkjgf #1 or maybe #15?? good luck on your papers and one the writers block!!

thank you 🥰 i finished my papers (ish) and yet my writers block persists >:( at least i still have a few more prompts to work through to help 🥰

[from this list of prompts]

[2. 'have you lost your damn mind?' - 4. 'do you...well, i mean...i could give you a massage?' - 5. 'are you jealous' - 6. 'is there a reason you're naked in my bed?' - 13. 'kiss me.' - 14. 'hey, i'm with you, okay? always.' - 18. 'this is the stupidest plan you've ever had. of course i'm in.' - 19. 'the paint is supposed to go where?' - 22. 'i've seen the way you look at me when you think i don't notice' - 24. 'you're the only one i trust to do this' - 25. 'i can't believe you talked me into this' - 27. 'i'm pregnant' - 28. 'marry me?' - 29. 'i thought you were dead' - 32. 'i think i'm in love with you and i'm terrified' - 37. 'wanna dance?' - 38. 'you fainted straight into my arms...if you wanted my attention, you didn't have to got to such extremes.' (LATEST) - 44. 'if you die, i'm gonna kill you' - 41. 'you did all of this for me?' - 46. 'hey, have you seen...? oh']

1. 'Come over here and make me.' (slightly NSFW)

Anakin doesn't know what makes his master get that playful glint in his eyes, but he thinks it's probably for the best that he remain oblivious. Otherwise, he'd be trying to make it happen all the time.

He knows that about himself, knows that when it comes to his master, he wants and wants and wants and never feels satisfied by what he already has. He has so much of Obi-Wan in private, maybe more of the man than anyone ever has been allowed to see before Anakin, definitely more of the man than anyone has ever been allowed to possess. So he knows that logically, he should be satisfied with what he has of his master, satisfied with the other man's sweet nothings and constant affections when they're in the privacy of their quarters or the silence of hyperspace.

But he loves when Obi-Wan looks at him like this, eyes heated and crinkled up with the force of his smile. He loves Obi-Wan always, all variations of him of course, but he especially loves him like this. Loose-limbed and, well.

The only word Anakin can think of is arrogant.

His master looks arrogant as he leans back in his Council seat, legs parted at a mouth-watering angle and eyes pinned on Anakin with enough heat that he's a bit worried he'll spontaneously combust beneath his gaze.

The training bond between them, illicitly never severed and incredibly important to keep secret, is alight with activity. As if Obi-Wan has forgotten how important it is to be secretive.

Or as if Obi-Wan knows and has decided, temporarily, that he doesn't care.

The smile narrows, turns into a smirk, and his master shifts in his seat, leaning against one arm rest and resting his chin on his fist.

The bond hums, and Anakin's mind is suddenly filled with a new picture. Himself, sinking to his knees in the middle of the Council chamber and crawling across the floor to push in between the triangle of his master's spread thighs.

The room is suddenly incredibly hot. Uncomfortably so. Anakin is sure he's blushing. No, Anakin sure he's burning up.

"Knight Skywalker?" Master Fisto prompts, tilting his head and studying him curiously. "Your report, if you please."

"Apologies," Anakin chokes out, trying to block his side of the bond so that he may keep his wits about him. Obi-Wan's smug amusement and arrogance grow deeper, sharper. "I fear traveling so far has tired me unduly."

"You look sun-flushed," his master points out, blinking innocently back at him even as he pushes a memory across their bond: Anakin, shortly before he'd departed on his mission, sprawled across Obi-Wan's lap with his ass upturned and smacked violently red, like a preemptive punishment of sorts.

His master will never admit to his own possessive behavior, but he always gets a certain kind of...jealous in the days leading up to missions Anakin takes to Naboo.

Usually Anakin relishes in it, in the tangible proof that his master cares, craves, and claims him.

But right now, it's bordering on obscene.

"The mission went well," he reports with as steady a voice as he can manage. He'd rehearsed the script during the trip back, as uncomfortable to step in front of the Council has he's always been.

His mind fills with a textured, soundless image of Anakin riding Obi-Wan, hands wrapped tight around his master's throat. Not an uncommon position, though they've certainly never kriffed in Obi-Wan's Council seat.

Master, stop that--please-- he pushes the thought across their bond, along with his embarrassment, desperation, and arousal. I can't think, stop, I need to--

In the room, across from him in his circle, his master blinks cooly back at him. A picture of Jedi perfection. Not even a hair out of place.

And yet--

Come over here and make me, Obi-Wan pushes back to him across their bond, paired with the same image as before, of Anakin crawling to him on his knees. Climbing up into his lap and giving in to him--giving over to him.

Master, please, Anakin begs as he feels his cock harden further in his pants. Even the presence of Grandmaster Yoda can't stop his body from responding to Obi-Wan's mental touch.

The bond flares open wider at his desperation. Wider than Obi-Wan seems to have planned because a thought of his master's slips through this time to accompany the pornography.

Mine, his master thinks as if his own control is frayed and close to snapping in two. My boy.

Yours, yes, still, always, Anakin sends back, lightning fast. "Uh, sorry," he says out loud when he notices how much time has passed. "The Naboo queen was able to successfully negotiate the fleet's movements through the sector."

The bond between them freezes, pictures halting, thank the Force. Then his master slams up his mental shields, cutting Anakin off from his mind completely.

Anakin has to bite his lip so he doesn't give into the urge to gawp at the gall of the other man, who looks as unaffected as he did ten minutes ago when the torture started.

He realizes a second later that Master Fisto has asked him another question. "I'm sorry?" he says, turning to look at the Jedi Master.

"Please pay attention, Knight Skywalker," Obi-Wan drawls. "I know you must have a lot on your mind, but the Council's time is important."

Anakin flushes and decides that if he makes it out of this mission debrief alive, he is going to kill Obi-Wan. Really and truly this time. He's going to get the man on his cock and then he's going to squeeze his neck and he's going to throttle him and he's really, actually not going to stop this time.

[always-just-red]

008 with Xavier for Christmas prompts? 🥰

Whoaaaa this was actually my first ever solo request for Xavier? So thank you!!! Hope you've enjoyed the holidays, anon! 🥰

Christmas Tree

Xavier x Reader ⭐🎄☃️❄️

Prompt #008: lifting up a smaller frame to put on the finishing touch on the christmas tree: the tree topper (a star, an angel, or something else!)

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“Please be careful.”

You feel a gentle pair of hands at your waist as you balance on a stool, up on the tiptoes of one foot. You’re reaching, reaching… but you can’t quite get this stupid star on the tree, and Xavier thinks he’s helping, but he’s not. He’s an anchor, keeping you from achieving maximum reach. You just need to get a liiiiiitle further.

“It’s okay, Xavi, I got it. Sheesh, where’s this concern when I’m tackling Wanderers, huh?”

“I’m always concerned when you’re tackling Wanderers,” he frowns behind you— you can hear it. “Although, in a healthy, supportive way. Not a paranoid, lack-of-faith-in-you way.”

You chuckle to yourself. Stop reaching. “This feels like a lack of faith,” you say, patting his hands.

“Well, it’s healthy support.”

“Okay, okay. Can I get a healthy, supportive boost, please?”

He adjusts: moving closer to you, letting his hands circle lower. After a short countdown, he lifts you. There’s no huff of exertion. No tension. Show off. You still have to reach a little, but you manage to plonk the star on top of the tree.

“Happy?” Xavier asks, and there’s no strain in his voice, either.

“Happy. You may release me.”

With his own, quiet chuckle, Xavier sets you down beside the stool. You sigh and brush your hands together like you’ve just accomplished something difficult. It takes all of your Wanderer-tackling strength and poise to not giggle as you glance up at the tree topper.

Xavier looks up at it too. “Wait.” He narrows his eyes: inspection, not suspicion. “Is that… me?”

You couldn’t believe your luck when you found that star the other day, when you were out Christmas shopping with Tara. It’s pretty, shiny and golden— as all stars ought to be— but it’s also a photo frame. Maybe for pets? They’d used a picture of a cat on the box it came in, but you had a much, much better idea.

“Yeah…” you confirm. “I was tied, you know? Did I want an angel on top of the tree? Did I want a star? Then I thought—” you stretch, catching Xavier’s face in your hands— “why settle for one? Why not have both?”

His cheeks are being squished by your palms, but his eyes dart back to the tree topper. “Aww,” he says after a moment. “That’s cute.”

“You’re okay with it?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” His mouth is still pinched, and his voice? A mumble.

You let him go so you can gaze at the photo on top of the tree.

It’s not a flattering picture. You never thought you’d be able to say that, but you worked hard for it, so you can— it is not a flattering picture! It took you about a hundred ambushes with a camera. About a thousand, failed, flattering photos. His face stuns at literally every angle, and damn it, you now have proof! He’s blessed by gods you didn’t even know existed. He’s impossible. Insufferable.

But then you got that one photo.

… In Akso, when he was maybe sort of kinda unconscious, even bleeding a little, but it’s fine! He was fine, wasn’t he? One flash of your phone, one scathing look from dear Doctor Zayne, and you got it:

The one photo of Xavier where he doesn’t look like a model. At least… not for anything anyone would want.

“It’s… not the best picture,” you answer finally. You don’t know what else to say; you thought your masterpiece would speak for itself.

“I don’t know,” he muses. “I think I look handsome. Why? Don’t you?”

Blue eyes turn on you, wide like the baubles on the tree, and sparkling with just as many Christmas lights. You feel like you’ve kicked a puppy. “Well, yeah, of course,” you stammer, “but still, it isn’t—”

A flash.

You blink, stunned.

Xavier is smiling down at his phone, and realisation dawns on you. “Wait, did you just—”

He turns the phone around to show you the photo he just took of you, and suddenly ‘unflattering’ has a whole new face and meaning. Your eyes are closed. You’re mid-speech, but you look mid-sneeze. “For next year!” Xavier chirps sweetly.

“No, no, no, Xavier, you have to delete that. It’s Christmas! Come on, please, just—”

You grab at the phone but he’s way ahead of you, holding it up out of reach with an easy-going hum. He turns away— walks away— and you can’t see it, but as you nip at his heels, flailing and frantically begging, he smiles, triumphant.

[nightxcreature]

Demons Are A Girls Best Friend

Summary: MC took on the mark of Cain for Dean and is now a demon roaming the earth with Crowley. Dean comes looking for her when she doesn’t want to be found.

Warnings: Death, Murder, Drinking, possible cursing? I can’t remember, it’s me though so it’s probably in there somewhere, MC is mean to Dean…a lot. Could be considered xReader as the MC has no name, but I did put an eye color in.

A/N: Hello. Sorry I’ve been MIA again…I’m working on it. I think I’m finally coming out of seasonal depression/grief/overstimulation so I’m back, BITCHES.

Anyway, thanks to my beta’s @justwhisperingfantasies and @copperboom82 you tha best and I love your guts.

Don’t copy my work, I’ll scream and cry and throw up. Comment, like, and reblog. 🥰

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Music blasts through the speakers in the little bar Crowley and I had decided to frequent tonight. My hips sway to the music as beer falls from the glasses in my hand and onto the bar top below me, splashing a few patrons and soaking my T-shirt. Crowley brushes the liquid off his suit jacket, sending me a look of disdain before putting the handkerchief back into his pocket.

“Do you really have to be such a menace, Darling?” His tone is teasing, and he sends me a small smile as I lay my back flat against the bar top and sigh.

“Fergus,” I glance over at him, a drunk smile on my dazed face, “that’s all I’ve ever been.”

The door to the bar swings open causing me to raise my head and attempt to see through the fogginess in my mind. I squint, placing a hand to hover above my eyes and lock my gaze with the green eyes I’ve been running from. “Oh for fucks sake!” I blurt, raising up to my elbows and frowning in his direction, “What are you doing here?”

Dean holds my gaze for a few moments, a glimpse of sadness and frustration dowsing his features as he makes his way across the bar. His voice comes out gruff and stern as he leans over to take me in, “You know damn well why I’m here.”

I roll my eyes, hopping off the bar and grabbing my jacket from the booth I’d left it in, “I told you not to follow me. I don’t want you here.”

I watch him shake his head, a smug smile on his face as he stares at me, “Tough luck, Sweetheart. You can’t just run off and expect me not to come lookin’.”

A dark laugh leaves my lips and I narrow my eyes in his direction, “Oh, that’s rich coming from Mister Runs-from-all-his-problems.”

His eyes darken and he takes a step forward, his voice coming out hard and stern, “That’s not fair and you know it.”

I smile wickedly and flash my eyes at him, brown to black and back again, “Did you forget that I don’t care.”

His whole body tenses at the quick change in my features, but still he leans down to speak slowly, “You don’t care about anyone or anything anymore? I was just an idiot for thinking the girl I knew was still somewhere in there?”

“The girl you knew is long gone, Dean-O.” I pat his back in mock support, pouting out my bottom lip, “Should’ve cared about her sooner, huh?”

I feel his shoulders stiffen under my touch, a war raging behind his eyes as he stares at me. He shoves my hands away and pushes his own through his hair, pleading eyes glaring deep into me, “Dammit, I tried, Darlin’.”

I roll my eyes, shrugging my jacket on as I step toward the door, “As much as I’m enjoying this unwanted reunion, I’m gonna go ahead and head out. Hopefully I’ll see ya….never?”

Before I can blink, he rushes forward grabbing my wrist and yanking me back across the bar. I stumble into his arms, pulling on my own and sending him a pitiful pout, “Hey, Buddy, you had your chance when this hot little meat suit was fawning all over you before! Don’t get all handsy with it now that she’s gone.”

His eyes burn with anger and a hint of desperation as he stares down at me, “Cut the act, Sweetheart.” He bites, “The old you is still in there somewhere. I’m not giving up on her, not after all we’ve been through.”

“All we’ve been through?” Amusement dances in my eyes as he speaks and I grin viciously, ready to hit him exactly where it hurts, “How sweet. Which time are you thinking of right now?” Confusion etches his features when he mumbles a brief, “What?” And I jump at the chance, “Do you mean when I was in love with you and you couldn’t even give me the time of day? Or how about when I threw myself, all desperate and needy to save you, into taking that fucking mark for you? Or what about when I died, Dean? Are you talking about when Metatron stabbed me and I bled out in front of you, only to wake up like this?” I flash my eyes at him again and he flinches, dropping my wrist immediately, “That’s what I thought.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t know exactly how I felt about you.” He whispers harshly, staring down at the floor, “You knew damn well that I cared for you.” His gaze travels up to my own and I can almost feel my black heart clench at the sadness pooling in his eyes, “I never asked you to take the Mark, I never would’ve. You did that on your own.”

Laughter bubbles out of me and I double over, “Cared about me? Even now you can’t admit that you were in love with me!” I straighten up, the laughter immediately ceasing as I glower at him, “You had ample time to pipe up, Dean, you just love to dwell in that pit of depression you live in. As for the Mark though,” I grin, glancing down at the place where it still rests on my forearm, “Well, it turned this pretty little thing into a killer, didn’t it? And now look at me…living the dream.”

He bristles at my words, jaw clenching and nostrils flaring. He steps closer, glaring down at me as his hands twitch, “Living the dream, huh?” He glances around the bar before bending down eye level with me, his voice coming out rough, “You took that mark all on your own, you knew what you were getting into. And look at you now, dancing on some table in a shitty dive bar with Crowley. A fucking demon. If that’s living the dream, I’d hate to see what you think Hell looks like.”

“I have zero responsibility, zero hunts, and I didn’t have you nagging in my ear about doing the right thing. So yeah, I’d say it’s a good life.” I cut my eyes to the left, finding Crowley alone in a booth now hoisting two large glasses with little pink umbrellas on the rim, “I’ve been having a great time, Fergus, how about you?”

He sends me a smirk, raising the glasses in a mock toast, “Of course, Darling. I’m enjoying the show.”

I smile and turn back to Dean whose features only harden further as he stares at Fergus, “You two think this is a game? Running around like a couple psycho’s?”

The smile drops from my face immediately, my eyes darkening and nostrils flaring at the jab, “Psycho? I’ll show you a psycho. Grab a seat, Dean.” I stride across the room to sit again at the long bar along the back wall, leaving Dean where he stands. A couple in their early twenties come in to sit a couple stools down from me. I turn my gaze to grin wickedly at Dean. Sliding over a few seats, I lean around the tall man and send my best flirtatious smile to the woman, “Hello,” She blushes at my tone, her expression seeming to light up at the attention and I take the opportunity to place my hand on her boyfriends arm, “How are you two?”

Her eyes twinkle in curiosity, glancing quickly down at my hand and then back up again, “We’re good, how about you?”

“I’m fantastic.” I flash her a flirty smile again before gazing up at her boyfriend, “And you?”

He seems a little caught off guard at the attention, wrapping his arm protectively around his girlfriend and narrowing his eyes as he speaks, “I’m fine. Just out celebrating.”

I nod, peering over at the girl again, “She really is beautiful.” I send her a wink, and nudge him with my elbow, “You’re not so bad yourself though.”

He straightens up a bit, glancing down at the girl on his arm and smiling, “Thanks.”

“You’re both very welcome.” I smile, “It must be nice to have someone. You said you’re celebrating, right?”

“Yeah!” She enthusiastically answers as she stares lovingly up at him, “Five years.”

I let out a low whistle, sending a glance behind them to Dean who’s grabbed a seat in the booth with Crowley and is currently watching my every move, “That’s a long time! What do you say we do a couple shots to celebrate a happy relationship?” I grab the bartenders attention and he pours us each a couple shots, “I’ll put them on my tab, you two deserve a few free drinks for this accomplishment.”

They seem surprised, but accept the drinks and we down them together. I lean over on the counter, placing my chin in my hand, “I never got your names.”

“Oh!” The pretty girl smiles again, “Natalie! And this is Greg.”

“Beautiful names.” I reply loudly, “My name’s Maya.” The lie slips off my tongue easily, and they take it just as simply. I continue my stint of complimenting and charming them for a few more minutes before sighing deeply, “You two just seem so perfect for each other. It must be nice. You know, I had something with someone a while ago, but he could just never commit.”

Natalie frowns, placing a hand on my arm, “You’ll find someone, I’m sure. You seem like a great person.”

“I am!” I agree, slapping a hand dramatically down on the counter, “I took on a huge burden for him, but he couldn’t even be appreciative!” I’m speaking loud enough now that I know Dean can hear me by the look on his face, “And you know what? I practically died for him, but he can’t even tell me he loves me. Some people, you know?”

I watch him wince at my words and I can’t fight the wicked grin forming on my face as Natalie pulls my attention back to the task at hand, “Oh my God! He should be falling at your feet!”

“At. My. Feet!” I agree, nodding enthusiastically, “He should be doing whatever I ask, but when I ask him to just leave me alone, he can’t even do that! Just follows me around like a dog, begging me to come back when I’m doing so much better on my own.” I peer around the couple again to lock eyes with Dean, frowning as I finish my sentence.

His jaw ticks as Natalie and Greg nod in understanding, sympathetic expressions on their faces. Greg pipes in for a moment, placing a hand on my arm, “That really does sound frustrating.”

“Exactly, Gregory!” I turn my gaze to him and ‘subtly’ point behind them, whispering dramatically, “He’s actually right over there. Followed me here just to beg for another chance.”

They both gasp, turning slowly to lock eyes with Dean across the room who just rolls his own eyes and sighs. The frustration on his face brings me an insurmountable joy that overtakes any notion to faux outrage. “Is that him?” Natalie’s voice tears me away from my thoughts and I nod.

“Pretty, I know, but he’s a complete ass!”

They glance back toward him, taking note of the frown on his face, “He does seem kind of broody.” Natalie agrees quietly.

“Oh, you have no idea.” I lock eyes with Crowley as he sits across the booth from Dean, lips moving quickly as if trying to be discrete. They’re formulating a plan. Well, I can’t have that, can I? “And would you look at that. He’s roped my best friend into this, too. Despicable, both of them.” I scoff dramatically, throwing back another shot as I turn away from them, silently hoping the two kids I’ve roped into this will have a flair for the dramatic.

“That’s so messed up!” Natalie says as she spins in her stool to face me again, “Shouldn’t he be on your side?”

My eyes sparkle as she takes the bait, “Yeah, Fergus! Shouldn’t you be on my side?” I call to the demon behind me.

“Oh, come on, Darling. We’re just having a chat.”

Rage builds in my body as he speaks and I spin in my chair to face him, “Is that right?”

He nods slyly, “I have my own interests to look out for. You were fun while it lasted.”

“Good to know.” I reply, reaching over quickly and grabbing Greg by the throat, “Wouldn’t it be fun if I ripped out Greg’s jugular right now? Wouldn’t that be so fun?”

I see Dean tense in my peripheral as Crowley holds up his hands in defense, “Violence doesn’t have to be the answer, Love.”

“Violence is always the answer, Love.” I turn my sneer to Dean, glaring into his green eyes as my own turn to onyx, “Still the same pretty little thing you’ve been missing, Dean? Huh? Still want to take me back home and fix me?”

His jaw clenches, eyes locked with mine. I watch as he takes a deep breath to steady himself and slowly stands from the booth, “You don’t have to do this. We can leave right now. I can find a way to fix you.”

I yank Greg from his seat, his eyes wide as pure terror radiates through him while my nails bite into his throat, “How many times do I have to tell you? I don’t want to be fixed!” Dean’s hands clench into fists at his side, the tension rolling over him in waves as he tries to find a way to save this poor boy, “I’m gonna kill him, you know that?” I whisper, staring down at Greg’s terrified face, “I don’t want to, Greg. You’re just collateral damage, but I am going to kill you.” I turn my stare back up to Dean again as Greg pleads for his life on deaf ears, “He’s out here celebrating an anniversary, Dean. Five whole years with Natalie. And now he’s gonna die because you can’t leave well enough alone.”

Dean can barely keep his voice even as he watches my grip tighten around Greg’s throat, “Stop it! You don’t want to do this!”

I shove Greg to his knees, wrapping my hands around his head as he sobs below me, “I’m gonna count to three, Dean, and if you aren’t out of this bar and miles down the road…I’m gonna rip his head off.”

Deans jaw tightens, he glances between Greg and the door, calculating how long he can attempt to call my bluff, “And what if I don’t leave?”

“One.”

His eyes narrow and I can practically hear his heart racing as he begs me to stop, “Don’t do this, Sweetheart. Please don’t do this.”

I grimace at the nickname, “Two.”

I can see the sweat beading on his forehead as he contemplates if I’m bluffing, “Dammit, listen to me! This isn’t you, you don’t want to do this!”

“Three.” He lunges forward as I twist my arms quickly. My eyes never leave Dean’s as the snap of Greg’s neck rings out in the crowded bar. I hear Natalie scream echo out and Dean visibly flinches as Greg’s body thumps into the sticky floor below. I hold my gaze on the hunter across from me to raise a single finger, pointing it in his direction, “That’s on you.”

His eyes are wide, jaw slightly slack as I turn around and head for the door. “Maybe this time you’ll listen when I say not to follow me.” The bar door swings shut as I slip out of it and into the night.

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[a-killer-obsession]

I know it's no smut but i would really enjoy some Hcs about them as Daddies. 🥰

A rare SFW request, how can I say no?

Now presenting:

☠️ Kid Pirates ☠️

As Dads Headcannons 🧑‍🍼

Okay jk this came out a little NSFW with kink mentions, so

🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

Kid

Oh god the breeding thing was just a kink HE DIDN'T MEAN FOR IT TO REALLY HAPPEN

Would be absolutely freaking the fuck out when you tell him you're pregnant but he'd come around after a little and then be thrilled

At the base level, a pretty good dad. He's gonna always do whatever he can to help, even if he has no idea what he's doing. He's trying his best to learn though!

Kids love him for some reason? Maybe its in the name, or maybe its the cool metal arm

Absolutely swears around the kid, don't be surprised if their first word is fuck

Doesn't understand no matter how many times you or Killer tell him that a gun is not an appropriate birthday present for a three year old

His kids would be just as wild and fearless as him, aka a fucking nightmare for everyone else

He's 100% the fav parent cos he never says no

Good luck getting him to change a nappy, he'll present you with that stinky baby like its radioactive

He's not gonna say it, but he wants to suck them milky tiddies 👀

Killer

Shell-shocked when you tell him you're pregnant but very quickly excited

Will tell anyone who'll listen how excited he is, and will immediately start calling you mama

There to attend to your every need and whim during the pregnancy

So fucking scared to hold the baby when they're born because these hands have killed so many, how can they hold something so small and innocent?

That kid is getting spoiled rotten, but he's also reasonable when it comes to saying no to them, and so very patient when they have tantrums

Owns every baby and parenting book the Grandline can offer

Really great at seeing when you need some alone time, he'll whisk the kid away for "dad time" at the slightest hint of exhaustion on your face

You better believe that kid is getting his wild blond mane, and he's so very careful and diligent taking care of it. He'll braid flowers into it, and when they're old enough to learn to braid he'll let them do the same, so sometimes they'll just both appear covered in matching braids and beads and flowers

That kid is his pride and joy, he'll teach them to read and write himself, teach them too cook (they love baking together!) And you better believe you're getting breakfast in bed on mother's day with a carefully arranged platter and card definitely made 100% by your kid and okay maybe daddy helped a littleeeee bit 🤏

Insists on changing every nappy, because you're already working so hard

Absolute helicopter parent, to the point you have to tell him to cool off sometimes

Heat

Takes a good three to five business days to wrap his head around it when you tell him you're pregnant. Hes not upset just... surprised

He loves your swollen belly though. Would absolutely want to try your breastmilk and would absolutely be a fucking pervert about it

No fucking clue what he's doing but takes to it so naturally. Never has to be told when something isn't age appropriate, instinctually knows what baby needs

Hates saying no to them but knows its for the best, even if those puppy dog eyes almost kill him. He WILL cry about it later though

Easy and wordless distribution of tasks with him when it comes to childcare. You don't have to ask him to do his part, he's already doing it

His kids would be kinda quiet and reserved, but oh so sweet

It melts his heart when his baby touches his scarred face. Absolutely cries the first time he holds them

Spoils the kid but in a very tender way. He's always making them little hand whittled animals and flower crowns and finding things they can do together, like colouring. You better believe the shared fridge is covered in his kid's art and if you try to remove it he will set fire to everything you own

Loves to give piggy back rides and let his kid climb all over him. Their giggles are his favourite sound

Not a helicopter parent but definitely attentive

Gags when he changes nappies but he'll do it anyway

Wire

Yeah, that's not his baby, he got his tubes tied at like 19 years old

Oh but you really want to adopt this little orphan? Sounds like a you problem

Seriously hates kids, it ain't happening

[spookyscarydemonbabe]

Hello! Can I request Gareth hcs about him ranting to his friends about us? Like maybe when reader makes out with him, or a really special moment to him? You don’t have to do it, thank you!

WYM??? OF COURSE I HAVE TO DO IT (though i do apologize for it taking so long 🖤)

we really need some more Gareth yearning, i just know he’d be a true romantic 🥰

(p.s. apparently this got lost in my drafts and i’m so sorry it took forever to get posted 🥲 my bad😬)

Gareth has never felt about anyone the way he feels about you

From the moment you met he just couldn’t stop himself from becoming so lovesick it was borderline annoying to the rest of the guys

He’d lose his train of thought in history class and doodle your initials in little hearts all over his notebook

He’d fuck up his rolls in Hellfire Club, imagining how fun it would be to teach you how to play with him

And as much as he knew the guys couldn’t stand it, he just couldn’t help but mention you at any given chance he had

Eddie would notice Gareth barely picking at the lunch on his tray, asking if he was alright, only for Gareth to rave about how he was coming over after school to cook dinner with you and how you always made enough to send him home with leftovers

Grant would constantly question why Gareth would turn down his offers to go to the movies with him and Gareth would tell him he promised to wait to go with you as soon as you saw the trailers for it

Jeff would tease him about how he always tried to rush band practice on Saturdays, and Gareth would try so hard to keep his excitement from showing when he’d tell Jeff and the other guys that he was expecting you over soon

Not to mention all the times he just couldn’t help himself from showing you off whenever he could

Keeping your picture on his drum kit at gigs for good luck

He adores you and will make sure it’s known no matter what

And sometimes he just can’t help himself from talking about the more intimate details of your relationship

Though he knows not to take it too far

He’d be at a sesh over at Eddies place and once it was his turn to talk about the best kisser he’s ever made out with he couldn’t stop talking about how soft your lips were and how sweet you tasted

They’d be leaving a late night showing of whatever cheesy gorefest movie that was at the theater and he’d be so giddy to take you to see it next time so you can nuzzle into him during the scary bits

Though he may have accidentally turned his brain off one or two times when he was talking about your date nights and mentioned the sexy two piece you had on for him later in the night

He just can’t help it, you’re his dream girl and he needs to make sure everyone around him knows he’s with an absolute goddess